Drigmon dusted himself off a bit. Still stunned from the reality that had literally slammed into his face. He sat down in his favorite chair that he named "Time" for obvious reasons. He certainly loved sitting in it. "Come on Drigman, It's just a chair!" his friends would say. They didn't understand, and probably never would. Come to think of it. There are a lot of things people will never understand about Drigmon. I hardly understand him and I'm the guy writing this story.

He sat and thought about what he could actually do about the newly formed Mountain in his backyard. "Well, I've got a Shovel. I could run an advertisement in the paper and see if anyone would like a mountain. I could dig it all away and bring it to whoever would like one."

Driggy's cat entered the room for the first time. This was a suprise to Drigmon having never known he had a cat. Drigmon hoped he had been feeding it well. He stared at it from his chair. "May I help you?!" said the cat in a deep feminine sexy voice (you know the type). After he noticed the cat could talk, he realised the cat could talk for real, not just in his head and he decided to engage in some sort of conversation.

"You...You can talk!" said Drigmon

"uh huh, and I could do a lot more if you'd let me Drigmon. I'm kinda tired and long due for a nap. Anything I can help you with." replied the cat

"Um, no that will be it for now I suppose. Err...actually. I don't recall ever actually owning a cat. Where did you come from?"

The cat smiled, then, yawned, then did a quik stretch and jumped up onto Drigmons lap. "Mreow" sexilly said the cat. It then began rubbing itself up against Drigmons belly untill it fell asleep. Drigmon was confused as to why the cat began behaving this way. He's heard various Cat Owners talk about how weird their cats were but he never believed them.

"Um, Kitty I asked you a question. How did you get here? Where are you from?"

"Prr Prr" went the cat. It had drifted off into cat sleep land which I imagine to be one of the scariest places a human-being could ever venture. Drigmon picked the cat off his body carefull not to disrupt it's sleep. He'd wait till it was awake again to question it. He needed to think about stuff. The grass was purple. The Mountain moved into his backyard and now he owns a cat. "What next, Aliens?" Yer Darn right Aliens! Drigmon heard a knock on his front door. Upon hearing this he then stood up Stretched a bit and proceeded to the front door to see who it was and what they wanted. Such is the typical way to find out who is at the door. He opened it with caution, after all it was a very weird day so far.

"Heya Driggy! What's shakin baby?!"

"Hello, and who might you be?"

"The name's Fanapalla, an you're a lot cuter than I expected. Give us a hug!"

She Jumped up to Drigmon, throwing her arms around his neck. Drigmon feeling very uncomfortable not really knowing what to do found himself hugging back. Her body was warm against his. He'd spent a lotta time hugging women. Especially in his teenage years. But now that he's a bit older he's found himself out of the game for awhile. But he still knew a good hug from a bad one. Driggy you slick thing you!

"Oh my" thought Drigmon. He took in her smell. It's been too long since last he smelled a woman who contained such sweetness. The smell lingered up into his nose, through his windpipe, down into his lungs. It then went through some kinda process, that I'm not to knowledgeable about, where it somehow got into his bloodstream and went to his brain, where it played with the part that makes men do dumb dumb things on women's behalf.

"Would you like to live with me?" Drigmon asked. Indeed, The smell emulating from the beautiful alien woman's flesh has most definately went to Drigmons brain. Had his mother still been alive on this day and in that very room she would have done something mean to him. But she wasn't, and it's obvious Drigmon is under some kind of love spell thingy. So to him, it seemed like a perfectly good and reasonable thing to ask the a beautifull alien stranger.

"You bet your sweet doopa I would" replied Fanapalla

"Excellent! I'll make up the bed in the guest room."

"Sweety, Don't bother!" Said Fanapalla in one of the sexiest voices Drigmon has ever heard spoken to him, and with one hand on his chest and the other behind his neck she brought his mouth to hers.

Somewhere else. In a nice area reserved for the ritual of remembering those who have passed beyond this mortal coil. About five and a half feet deep, buried in the ground, Enclosed in a neat box made of nicely stained wood and metal of bronze. The two year old corpse of Drigmon's late mother rolled over. .